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he sinks deeper into the recess of the closet, making sure to not be seen as jihyo wanders in right on time. a genuine smile is on his lips as he watches her come and set down her things, metaphorical hearts in his eyes like always. adoration was something that he couldn’t help but associate with his wife, even more so every day they were married. he slowly opens the closet door, making sure to not cause any noise. creeping across the apartment in a crouched position, breaths soft, he reaches his hands out and snaps them forward, latching onto jihyo’s shoulders once he’s close enough.
‘ BOO! ’ he shouts, palms darting down to grip her waist should she happen to fall or worse.
she doesn't get a response right away, so she wanders further into the apartment to see why. she was only greeted with an empty room, and assumed that jihoon had gone out for something. but of course as soon as that thought registered in her mind she was suddenly touched by an unknown source. her scream mixed in with his and she jumped, spinning in the process. her hands were over her heart and all she could do was glare when she made eye contact with her husband.
she lightly hit his chest, a pout on her face as she did so. "jihoon-ah! why do you always have to mess with me?!"















